Human Fnaf x reader oneshots

Foxy X Purple Reader

A/n: it says 'purple reader' because you are the purple Guy's daughter... Thank you for reading... Enjoy!!!

Requested by Kaneki-kin ....

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(Your POV)
     You ran out of your house and down the street. Tears stung your eyes as you fled your safe haven turned hellhole of a house. Your mother had died when you were eight years old, but what you didn't know was that she was killed by your psychotic father, William. He was crazy but he was also manipulative. That's how you got into your situation now.
      He manipulated you into thinking that he was helping you by allowing you start your first job, babysitting.

~Flashback~
      "Dad, I'm (age). I need job," you groaned as you laid on the floor sprawled out in front of the couch so he couldn't get up.
      "(Y/n), get up," he said chuckling at you.
      "Its comfortable here," you groaned out, rolling over onto your stomach and laying your head on your arms.
      "Suit yourself," he laid his feet on your back and continued to read his book.
       "Dad!" You whined when he started wiggling his toes close to your sides tickling you. You didn't know that this man, the caring and playful dad you knew and grew up with, was a psychotic murder, who killed several children and your mother.
      "Okay, fine. You can start your own babysitting business this summer, okay?" He said pulling his feet up onto the couch and looking at you. His purple hair was pulled into a low ponytail that you helped do because you felt like it and you didn't have any siblings.
      "Okay," you got up off the floor and hugged him before running upstairs to make flyers to hang around the neighborhood. You sat up for two hours waiting on the printer to finish copying the flyers.
     The next day, you posted them on every light pole and handed them to people who were passing by with kids. It was an exciting day, until the beginning of the present day, ten days into summer vacation. You had a house full of three kids. You were in the kitchen making a snack for the kids as they played in the living room. Your father was sitting on the couch reading a book again.
     You saw your father come into the kitchen and grab one of the knives. "Dad?" He didn't answer you. A minute passed and everything grew quiet. Then, the kids started screaming, which became less and less loud as your heart raced. You ran into the room to see your father standing over one of the kids. His white shirt and blue pajama pants were covered in blood. The kids laid motionless on the floor. You began to pant heavily and you reacted. Running for the door, you grabbed your purple zip up hoodie and your phone as tears streamed down your face. Your father yelled out for you as you bent down and grabbed your (f/c) converse and bolted through the door, running down the paved road of your street, barefoot, as you tried to get away.

~flashback end~
      You ran until you saw a man locking up his store for the night. You grabbed onto his arm and pleaded with him to help you. Your words came out in painful gasps, causing the man to look at you concerned.
      "Calm down, doll face. Why don't you come inside and let's talk? I can make you a cup of tea and get you something to eat," the old man offered. You nodded. After he unlocked the door, you bolted into the cafe and hid behind the counter. You peeked over it and kept looking out the window expecting to see your father chasing you, you saw nothing. The kind man made you a cup of tea and got you a slice of apple pie like he promised.
      "Now, what's the problem, dear?" He asked.
      You looked at him and spoke lowly. "My... My father... Killed them," you said as you broke down in hysterics again. Tears streamed down your face again and your chest was beginning to ache. You told the man everything that happened because you believed he would help you.
      "Hang on, I have to make a call," he stood up from sitting behind the counter with you.
      "Don't leave me please," you begged and pulled your phone from your pocket. "Please, call the police from my phone. I don't want to be alone and my legs are hurting."
       He nodded and sat beside you again. And he did as you asked. Within minute, you heard the sirens of police cars heading towards your house with one stopping in front of the shop you were in. The police questioned you for several minutes before taking you to another town where you believed you would be safe. But you heard the news from the radio while you were in the police vehicle: they didn't find your father.